Dissonance, we’re told, followed by harmonic resolution, heightens emotions, takes us beyond the ordinary.
One chord away from our comfort zones, straining our understanding, challenging our deepest beliefs.
Every piece worth keeping keels on an edge of unease, hiding a slip of protest between the lines, so we may join the refrain.
Wham! Bam! Thank you, Ma’am
Get on the floor for the poetry slam
Don’t be shy and don’t ask why
Just find your rhyme and jam.
Everyone’s got a bit of poesy
Running through their veins.
Sing it or swing it or talk it out
Make a noise, a joyful, raucous
Boisterous poetic contribution
Shout it from the tallest tower
Forget your grown up hang ups
Hang a left at the corner of meter
Where Iambic pentameter plays
And dissonance, resonance, even
Romantic persuasion hold sway.
Pour out your heart and find your soul
Rock and roll and take no prisoners.
I’d love to be part of a poetry slam. Even if it scares me to death!